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Jan. 16th, 2003 07:52 amSo I liked Angel last night. Shoot me now, but I'm not in the mood to be critical...actually, no I am in the mood to be critical, just not about this. I have major fandom depression; is this normal? Even when The X-Files was going downhill, I was okay - there was stuff to watch. But now, if what keeps going around is true, it is the last season of Buffy and Angel. WTF? I was relying on Angel having at least a fifth season. Add to this Farscape's cancellation and I ask you: what the hell am I going to watch? Friends? Fuck that - I won't.
I would say that there is sure to be a new series that is well written and acted and has intriguing characters and a well-defined sense of whimsy - except recent history assures me that is such a series were to exist it would be canceled in the first 12 episodes. Meanwhile, Joe Millionaire inspires 100 spin-offs...
So what am I gonna do with myself? I may be forced to get a life *shudder* I don't really want a life - I like staying at home just fine, thank you very much. Yesterday I considered throwing myself into my work, but the kind of work I do does not exactly engender itself to being something one would throw themselves into... kinda like a volcano. Maybe I will travel? Anybody out there want a generally perky, over-talkative with a touch of obsessive-compulsive disorder houseguest? I'll buy dinner.
I would say that there is sure to be a new series that is well written and acted and has intriguing characters and a well-defined sense of whimsy - except recent history assures me that is such a series were to exist it would be canceled in the first 12 episodes. Meanwhile, Joe Millionaire inspires 100 spin-offs...
So what am I gonna do with myself? I may be forced to get a life *shudder* I don't really want a life - I like staying at home just fine, thank you very much. Yesterday I considered throwing myself into my work, but the kind of work I do does not exactly engender itself to being something one would throw themselves into... kinda like a volcano. Maybe I will travel? Anybody out there want a generally perky, over-talkative with a touch of obsessive-compulsive disorder houseguest? I'll buy dinner.
